[Why deny a man who asks so earnestly? Lawrence divests himself until he is naked from the waist upward.]
And I you, sir. I fancy you have no need of silk or satin when with your own skin.
[Flattery? Could be. Though he is trying every angle to make the man feel best at ease. It is no lie that the older gentleman finds him attractive. He is eagerly awaiting the moment when neither of them have anything but their flesh upon their bones. A careful use of force positions Monsieur Orange to sit at the bed nearby. Lawrence kneels and seeks to cross tongues in a duel of sorts. His hands--officer's hands, theif hands-- perch atop his knees and slide upward then downward to remove hose and shoes.]
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And I you, sir. I fancy you have no need of silk or satin when with your own skin.
[Flattery? Could be. Though he is trying every angle to make the man feel best at ease. It is no lie that the older gentleman finds him attractive. He is eagerly awaiting the moment when neither of them have anything but their flesh upon their bones. A careful use of force positions Monsieur Orange to sit at the bed nearby. Lawrence kneels and seeks to cross tongues in a duel of sorts. His hands--officer's hands, theif hands-- perch atop his knees and slide upward then downward to remove hose and shoes.]